Jessica Fellows

Rookie (09-22-92 / Anchorage, AK)

The Tiny Four-Legged Thing - Poem by Jessica Fellows

Everything is silent
Pins are heard
Slapping the cement floor
Leveling out a sense of nerves

Little ones await Papa to find it
Where is that terd?
Did it run under the door?
In little lines and curves

That beast!
The terrible scoundrel!
Dirty rodent!
Damned infestant!

Now there is no feast
The appetites are now down hill
If it returns, they will stone it
Until the rat is found, there will be no restin’!


Comments about The Tiny Four-Legged Thing by Jessica Fellows

  • Adam Reed (2/8/2010 8:34:00 PM)


    lolz that was pretty cool (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 8, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, February 8, 2010


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